One of those “classics” that doesn’t quite live up to its critical billing. Truffaut’s kinetic filmmaking style evokes an undeniable energy which resonates during the initial voice-over introducing Jules and Jim then consistently on through the whimsically morbid final sequence. Maybe the greatest aspect of Jules et Jim is how Truffaut’s comedy sneaks up you in unexpected ways, making the third act feel all the more disturbing. It’s as if comedic love and tragic reality reach an inevitable crossroad only to crash into one another and destroy all in the process. The whole film would comes across as pure melodrama if its aesthetics weren’t so eye-popping. I wondered throughout, is this one of the first stalker films??